It fucken wimdy

Though she didn't know of any raids on the near horizon, Kaija still wanted to be raid-ready for whatever would come next. And there really wasn't any better way to practice fighting than to tussle with a random opponent, was there? Sure, she could fight against her fellow raiders, but fighting someone she didn't know a damn thing about would be a lot better practice for fights against actual opponents, in a fight where there were actual tangible things on the line. That way she didn't know shit about 'em, couldn't even begin to predict how they might attack or react. A stranger was exactly what she needed.

She'd felt a whole lot better about the prospect of a practice fight before she took the swim over to the mainlands, from the islands that made up the Raiders Hollow packlands. It hadn't been a terrible swim and the weather hadn't been all that bad, but the winds were picking up and making it impossible to fully dry off. Gross. Kaija fought a strong shiver that threatened to wrack her body, feeling the way her teeth were beginning to chatter together as another gust of wind whipped through her. It was strong enough that she swore she felt herself sway a little, not quite enough to topple her over but still, it was surprisingly strong. Okay, maybe trying to fight in these conditions wasn't a great idea, but getting her blood pumping would at least warm her up. Right? Sure. Circling a cluster of white-barked trees, she finally lifted her head to the sky and let loose a call for someone to come spar her.

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